Big Dorks and Failing Grades

Sweet Emily was exhausted yesterday but was able to push through and keep a dinner date we had with one of our favorite couples (names withheld to protect the innocent). Dinner was at Hawthorne Pizza where I'd only been for lunch and Emily had never been at all. Fantastic service and really good food too. Bottom line is that everyone at dinner was very bright and successful in multiple ways, but everyone also had an experience with one or more failing grades in college. It was so good to connect over failures (which I normally think are embarrasing), and to own up to being big dorks. To paraphrase our birthing doctor, it's taken 10 years and tons of therapy to get excited about that moniker.